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Huddy With A Kid

"The kid's asleep. We're finally alone." House says after shutting the door to his and Cuddy's bedroom. The room was dark, but he could make out Cuddy's features. She was watching him. Climbing into bed, he went straight for his wife.

"You know, it's been too long since we last had sex." He reminds her while kissing her neck making a trail down to her shoulder and then back to her neck. He settles himself between her legs; she opens them wider to accommodate him. He's resting himself on his elbows and forearms.

"We last had sex at least three hours ago." She replies her hands gliding up and down his biceps. He looks up at her and she stops her hands on his shoulders.

He scrunches up his face as if thinking. "That didn't count. I didn't have... the right..." He stops to try to find a word and comes up with, "stuff."

"Stuff?" Cuddy looks at him questionably. "Oh, you mean that you only lasted about a minute and a half?" She smirks at him.

"I believe I lasted 97 seconds, thank you very much." Cuddy rolls her eyes. She was still smirking at him and he matches her smirk. "And it wasn't my fault, you tease. I told you it wasn't going to last long if you didn't stop your.. ministrations. You didn't stop; it didn't last."

"Right, it was my fault." Cuddy sarcastically agrees, she continues sliding her nails down his arms.

"That's what I've been trying to say." He kisses her on the corner of her mouth. "But," he continues, "You can make it up to me." He kisses her again, this time fully on the lips.

They engage in a heated make out session. House goes to lift up her shirt, but those plans were soon changed. They were interrupted by a loud slam. House and Cuddy realizes it was their bedroom door being slammed against the wall.

"My guardian angels must hate me." House murmurs against Cuddy's lips. They hear the rushed pattering of little feet coming towards their bed. Cuddy quickly pushes House off of her before they feel the dip in their bed as Andrew jumped on it and settles himself between his parents. Cuddy reaches over and turns on her bedside lamp. House does the same.

A four year old Andrew sits there with his red Cars pajamas on, bare feet, messy light brown bed head, clutching to his stuffed green dinosaur that grandma Blythe had brought him on her last visit. He was wearing the biggest smile; like always.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who has the worst timing of us all?" House asks the kid.

"I do!" Andrew quickly answers, not really knowing what his dad was talking about. He just knows how to finish the saying.

"Andrew, shouldn't you be asleep?" Cuddy asks Andrew. He happily moves towards his mom and straddles her legs.

"But I'm not sleepy, Mommy!" He informs her with bright eyes and a wide smile. Cuddy studies her son and comes to a conclusion. She faces House.

"Did you give him candy?" She accuses. She didn't really need an answer; she already knows it. House shrugs cautiously.

"Whatever it takes to get him to go to sleep. He's quite a bargainer." Andrew climbs off of Cuddy and goes back in between Cuddy and House.

"Daddy, can you read me a story?" He says lying down on House's pillow, tucking himself in and making himself comfortable. Cuddy, sitting with her back against the headboard, runs her hand through her son's short hair length. House looks down at Andrew. He's staring back at House with his blue-gray eyes, that he got from his mother, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Only if you promise to go back to your bed when I finish." House replies. He is also sitting with his back against the headboard.

"I promise!" Andrew vows excitedly, still grinning from ear to ear.

House tries to think of a story. "How about the Ugly Ducking?" He suggests.

"Umm... no."

"Three Little Pigs?" Andrew goes to reject the story but House adds, "It has a big bad wolf."

"Okay." Andrew agrees.

"Once, a mama pig had three little pigs. When they got too big for her they had to go and buy a house by themselves."

"Will I ever get too big for you, mommy?" Andrew interrupts his dad to make sure he will never have to leave his mommy. He wanted to stay with her forever. And Daddy, too.

"Never, sweetie." Andrew gave Cuddy one of his one hundred watt smiles, which made Cuddy smile in return.

"Can I finish here?" House asks. When he received an eye-roll from Cuddy and had Andrew undivided attention he begins again. "So, one of the little pigs bought straw..."

"Straw you drink with?"

"More like hay." Cuddy answers. House glares at her.

"My story. I'll tell it." He looks back down at his son. "More like hay." He repeats.

"For horses?"

"Yes, son. Anyway, a big bad wolf came along, knocked on the door and said 'Little pig let me in!' and the little pig said, 'Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin chin.'"

Andrew burst into a giggle fit. "You're silly daddy." He says between giggles. House smiles at the little boy.

"The pig said it, not me. The wolf said, 'I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' The wolf huffed and puffed and blew the little pig's house in and ate the little pig up."

Andrew gasps.

"The second little pig built his house with sticks..."

"I build houses with sticks for the ants in the backyard Daddy!" Andrew says excitedly.

"I saw, Andy." House and Cuddy occasionally calls the little boy Andy. Wilson calls him the name the most. "The big bad wolf knocked on the door of the stick house ad he said, 'Little pig, let me in!' and the little pig said,"

"Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin chin!" Andrew says right before bursting into another pit of laughter.

"'Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' And he huffed and he puffed and he blew his house in and the big bad wolf ate the little pig up. But then Santa Claus came flying in on his reindeer and kicked the big bad wolf's butt. Santa was leaving when he noticed that he didn't get any milk and cookies, so he went out looking for them. But before he could, he got pierced with a bow and arrow and guess who shot it? Robin Hood. Just then, a UFO came out of the sky and out came two aliens. They took Robin Hood back to the UFO and probed him."

Andrew gapes at his dad with wide eyes. Cuddy is making a similar face. "Daddy, what's probe?"

"It's when you..."

"House..." Cuddy warns.

"You don't want to know. Okay you promised you'd go to bed now it's time to go." House says to his son. Andrew frowned.

"Aw, Daddy, just one more game." Cuddy stands up.

"Andy, no more games. You have school in the morning and your daddy and I have to go to work." Andrew reluctantly gets out of bed and takes his mother's hand as she led him out of the room.

Cuddy walks back into the room after taking longer than usual. "What took you so long?" House inquires as she made her way back under the comforter. She doesn't lie down on the bed; she rests her back against the headboard, again.

"He asked me why were you on top of me when he came into the room." Cuddy answers as she turns off her bed side lamp.

House laughs while asking, "What did you tell him?"

Cuddy puts her head in her hands and embarrassingly answers, "I told him you were protecting me from the monsters under the bed." House laughs out loud.

"It's not funny." She says. "Now, he thinks that the monsters are going to eat us. Which took me even longer to explain that you checked and there weren't any."

House is still laughing. "You're not helping."

"It's funny." He says while turning off his lamp so that the room is completely dark again.

"It was a horrible lie." She says, her position unchanging.

"It's a wonderful lie as long as you didn't have to tell him the truth." He moves her hands away from her face and plants a sloppy kiss on her cheek. He does this until he reaches her mouth and lays a kiss on the lips. It was sweet and gentle.

"You can be a big softie sometimes." Cuddy teases him. Their faces only inches apart and Cuddy is caressing his stubble. House leans in to her touch.

"Just with you and our sprog. I still have a cold, frozen heart bastard with everyone else." House smiles and kisses her again.

"That's more than good enough for me. And don't ever change that." The conversation is getting a little to heart-felt with House so he decides to change it up. He pulls her down so she's laying flat against the bed.

"Yeah, well, no more Mr. Nice Guy." He says climbing back on top of her. "I believe you were making something up to me?"

"I did lock the door." She says with a sexy smirk tugging at her lips.

"Thank God. And I say that figuratively. Now you're starting to think like a House. You have a House's head."

"I was thinking about adoption." Out of all times she chooses now to bring up adoption. She couldn't have any more children. The cause of that her doctors didn't know, but they were leaning towards premature menopause.

House rolled off of Cuddy and sighed. "And unfortunately Wilson's heart."

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